strictlysupreme Chapter 699 Demon
Chapter 699 Demon
Chapter 699 Demon
Shields with various coats of arms, robes and flags of various colors, Crusaders from all over the world formed colorful square formations, like towering mountains, and moved forward slowly.
In the middle were Lothar's main troops, whose main combat forces were the infantry sergeants of the Teutonic Knights and the Order of Saint Lazarus, the Varangian Guard, the retained veterans' battalion, some peasant soldiers formed by the Imperial Knights, and the town militia of Semanude and Damietta.
These armored soldiers formed three phalanxes, and between the phalanxes were long-range projectile infantry including woodland archers, town militia archers, and mercenaries.
King Richard the Lionheart, with his back against a red flag with a golden lion, is guarded by a group of royal cavalry in bright armor, and around him are hundreds of heavily armed cavalrymen.
Although he had been through many battles, he had never seen a battle of this scale before.
The total number of troops participating in the war from both sides, including logistics personnel, exceeded 200,000. The last time a battle of this scale took place in Europe was probably the Battle of Poitiers between Charles the Hammer and the Saracen expeditionary force.
Not long ago, Emperor Henry sent only 20,000 troops to fight against the Lombard League, but he easily crushed the more than 10,000 troops put together by the Lombard League.
"Look at our Majesty Philip. He is probably so frightened that he can't even hold the reins."
Richard's breathing was a little rapid, and his eyes were shining red under the golden crown helmet.
He was born with a big heart, and although it was his first time seeing such a grand scene, he did not feel frightened at all. Instead, he had a feeling that he belonged to the East, to the front line of the fight against the pagans.
"Fuller, I said I belong here!"
He knocked on his helmet and it jingled. "What a shame! I would gladly have given him the crown of Albion in exchange."
He was the head of the House of Anjou and the strongest contender for the throne of Jerusalem of Baldwin IV. His father had left a generous war fund in the Holy Curia in the Holy Land. If things had developed normally, it would have been natural for him to succeed Baldwin IV as the supreme commander of the Crusaders in the Holy Land.
After leading the Crusaders to defeat Saladin, it was only natural for him to become the monarch of Jerusalem and Egypt.
Earl Fuller on the side rolled his eyes and said, "If you are willing to change, the other party must be willing too."
Although the Duke of Lothar and the two kings divided their spheres of influence, the territory Richard obtained could at most be regarded as royal property and handed over to his subordinates to manage, and it was impossible to piece together a crown.
It was also impossible for him to give up the throne of Albion and the territory of Gaul and stay in Egypt as a vassal of Lothar.
On the other side, under the golden iris flag.
King Philip, dressed in a blue robe and a golden crown, was not trembling as his friends in his youth had slandered him, but he was indeed very nervous, his body was tense, and his mouth was dry.
He subconsciously picked up the water bag and drank it all in one gulp.
He was not afraid that he, the king of a country, would be killed by some unknown person in the chaos of the army. The court witches and the cavalry guards around him were no pushovers either. He was just worried that the terrifying dragon that would descend from the sky would burn him to charcoal with a breath of dragon flame.
"Alice, can you promise to take me away when the dragon flame sprays down?"
He muttered quietly.
As soon as the sound came out, it was drowned out by the noisy battlefield.
"Your Majesty, you have asked for the fourth time. If you do not trust my ability, you can just call Tros or Amanda."
Behind him, a witch wrapped in a black robe replied in a muffled voice, but Philip heard it clearly. He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I'm not worried about your level, it's just that... it's a legend after all."
With such a legend before him, who dares to say that he is 100% sure? After all, Shemayer seems to be a madman who wants to fight the Crusaders to the death.
The witch didn't reply.
Philip was already in a state of regret. He should not have listened to Richard's instigation at the combat meeting this morning and went to the battlefield in anger.
What is his purpose in coming to the Holy Land?
Wasn't it just to prevent Richard from reaping the biggest fruits of defeating the Saracens, so that he could get a small share for himself?
How come with just a few words from Charles and Duke Lothar, he became a famous general and an indispensable part in defeating the pagans?
What a mistake! What a mistake!
Lothar and his Winged Hussar Companies walked at the front of the team, and together with the guards of the other two monarchs, they formed three bulges of this huge military formation.
On the opposite side, the Saracen army in black or white robes was slowly surging towards this side like a boundless ocean. The flying sacred fire flags looked like clusters of burning bonfires under the sunlight.
Roar--
A thunderous roar sounded.
It was like a giant dragon on a floating island, spreading its wings and gliding slowly.
This one-horned dragon, which is as big as a three-headed dragon, has a body covered in colorful scales and three different pairs of broad wings that seem to come from different dragons. It looks a bit out of proportion on its bloated and sturdy body.
But except for insiders like Lothar, to outsiders, this dragon is undoubtedly the incarnation of Satan, the kind that can fight against Michael, the deputy lord of heaven.
"Tiamat."
Lothar slowly chewed on the name of the dragon that was sent back by the Dark Shadow.
In the many legendary novels he had read in his previous life, this was the name of the mother of evil dragons.
The closer he got, the more he felt that this giant dragon was strong on the outside but weak on the inside. It looked even more intimidating than the three-headed dragon, but if the two fought, the three-headed dragon would only suffer minor injuries at most and would be able to tear Tiamat into a pile of minced meat and rotten bones.
The appearance of the evil dragon did not shake the morale of the Crusaders. The enemy had the help of Satan's dragon, and they also had the shining knights who were angels descended to earth.
On the contrary, the stronger the enemy, the more important the battle is and the greater the responsibility they shoulder - these are what Duke Lothar said during the pre-war mobilization yesterday, and every devout Crusader firmly believes in it.
The phalanx of the Saracen army continued to advance slowly, and finally stopped in the shadow cast by the dragon hovering in the air.
Both armies stopped and confronted each other under the scorching sun.
"Sir, do you want to let the spellcasters test these Frankish barbarians first?"
A Saracen noble beside Adil asked.
Adil shook his head and said, "We are not the only ones who have spellcasters. Don't put all your hopes on them. Pass on my order and send the Behemoth Legion into battle!"
Just as Ivan said, the behemoth army has been out of food for several days. If they don't consume the food, they will cause trouble.
In front, the Saracens made way for the formation and released giant beasts of various shapes and sizes. These hungry beasts were fed with a few pieces of raw meat by the drivers on their backs. Their ferocity not only did not decrease, but became even more vigorous.
"Lord Adil."
The black-robed wizard appeared out of thin air and came to him. "Although they are just consumables, they should not be wasted. My students and I will control Tiamat to attack. I want to see how Duke Lothar will deal with its dragon flames."
Shemaier obviously did not think that the fusion beast Tiamat was his partner. It was not even a real dragon, but just a tool.
Adil did not insist any more, he put his hand on his chest and bowed, "As you wish."
It would be great if Shemaier was willing to send the magic dragon to attack. After all, he was unable to command the other party at the moment.
The dragon in the sky quickly received the order from Shemaier. Iris, riding on its back, excitedly urged the dragon to flap its wings and fly towards the enemy's head.
"How many people will die if this dragon flame is taken?"
"With so many devout souls, I was also able to endure the same hardship in front of the old man."
Iris muttered excitedly: "I have eaten so many souls. Even if I cannot defeat Lothar this time and cannot cancel that damn contract, this trip will be worthwhile."